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The old rotten porch slants forward to the ground. A woman who looks about 60 years old but is probably 40 sits in a rocking chair, drinking a beer. A confusion of cats wanders 'round the porch and through her legs. Too many children to have come from one womb play in, on, and around a Ford pick-up mounted on cinder blocks overgrown with weeds."Who'd have thought I'd end up here?" the woman asks no one in particular. Her voice is surprising, husky from years of smoking unfiltered cigarettes, but also bearing faint traces of a London accent.The children, possibly twenty of them (they are difficult to count, moving too fast for accuracy) all bear at least a passing resemblance to the woman. One wonders if somehow (God grant her peace) they are all hers."Eighteen kids," she sighs, answering the writer's question. "And no father in sight," She says, anticipating the follow-up question.Through the course of a six-pack, a pack of cigarettes, and a plate of cornbread, she lets her story unwind, talking to the air.Studying as an exchange student in the sixties, she had boarded one of the now infamous bus tours. In a haze of LSD, she had somehow become separated from the bus. Finding herself smack in the middle of Alabama with no ID, no money, and an odd way of speaking, she didn't know where to turn. The sherriff ran her in and eventually started whoring her out. She accepted this; it seemed to be a choice between prostitution and rape. The years passed without her ever seeming to save enough money to leave. Whenever she'd come close to moving on, she'd gotten pregnant. Eighteen times. Always healthy, always one more mouth to feed.She shrugs, sighs, and whistles through her teeth. There is a flurry of activity, feet pounding, slingshots in action. Within ten minutes, there is a pile of squirrels and rabbits at her feet and eighteen small, sweaty faces beaming up at her.She gives a short laugh and a grunt and scoops up the dead animals. Padding into the kitchen, she smiles. "Eighteen people love me." She shakes her head. "How many people can say that?"

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